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Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found
Where all that pride had been.
His fev'ral steps attend;
PSA L M XXXVIII.
prayer for pardon and bealth. Midst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord, Nor let a Father's chastning prove
Like an avenger's sword.
My flesh is forely prest;
My spirit fiods no rest.
And o'er my
Too hard for me t’atone.
My bead still bending down;
Beneath my Father's frown.
None of my pow'rs are whole;
The anguish of my soul.
Thine eye counts ev'ry tear,"
Is Dotic'd by thine ear,
head are gone;
7 Thou art my God, my only hope,
My God will hear my cry,
When Satan bids me die. 8 [My foot is ever apt to side,
My foes rejoice to see't;
When they fupplant my feet, 9 But I'll copless my guilt to thee,
And grieve for all my fio;
And beg support divine.
And be for ever digh;
Before thy fervant die.]
PSALM XXXIX. 1, 2, 3. First part.
Watchfulness over the tongue: or, Prudence and
HUS I resolv'd before the Lord,
Now will I watch my tongue, “ Left I let Nip one sinful word,
“ Or do my neighbour wrong.". 2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay
With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
The pious thoughts I feel,
To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
l'll not be overaw'd, But let the scoffing finners hear,
That we can speak for God.
PSALM XXXIX, 4, 5, 6, 7. Second part,
The vanity of man as mortal,
EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my ;
And learn how frail I am.
An inch or two of time;
la all his flow'r and prime.
Like Madows o'er the plain,
But all the noise is vain.
Some dig for golden ore,
Aod straight are feen no more.
From creatures, earth and dust,
And disappoint our trust.
My fond desires recal!
And make my God my all.
PSALM XXXIX. 9-13. Third part.
G Behold the pains I feel
Sick-bed devotion : or, Pleading without repining
OD of my life, look gently down,
Nor dare dispute thy will.
They come at thy command:
Against thy chastning hand.
Remove thy sharp rebukes :
Throthy repeated strokes.
We moulder to the dust;
And all our beauty's loft.
How soon the bubble's broke!
Are vanity and smoke.] 6 I'm but a sojourner below,
were; May I be well prepar’d to go,
When I the summons hear. 7 But it my life be spar'd a while Before
last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love,
PSALM XL. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. If part. Com. Met.
A fong of deliverance from great distress. I
WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word,
And brought falvation nigh. 2 He rais’d me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay,
Deep bonds of miry clay.
And taught my chearful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand
In a new thankful fong. 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad;
The faints with joy shall hear, And finners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
Their oumbers to repeat.
And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.
The incarnation and facrifice of Christ.
“Give your burnt off'rings o'er,
My foul delights no more."